Love can't conquer anything. Love can't make a scholar into a warrior. Loving her can't make her love me. — Orson Scott Card

To say what's in their hearts, regardless of shame. It doesn't change what they feel, what they want. It just helps... loosen them up.

Living with a god is not what it's cracked up to be. They think their women should be grateful just to have them around.

In the absence of understanding, that was a good a reason as any for living together and making babies and raising them up and throwing them out of the house and then going through the long slow decline together until one of them died and left the other alone again, understanding as little as ever about what their spouses really wanted, who they really were. Was that tragedy? Or was that comedy? Was there really any difference?